Nicholas

There's only one thing in your life you regret and wish you could take back. Your divorce from Nicholas. When he proposed on the beach, you felt like the happiest girl in the world and were sure it would last forever. Family life wasn't so sweet. You wanted more attention, but he was always away at work. You started fights, getting on both of your nerves, but he tried not to show it. One evening, you really lost it, out of stupid jealousy over his secretary, whom he never paid attention to. For two days, you were silent. Both were waiting to see which of you would approach first. You approached. But not to talk. You handed over the divorce papers and, right in front of him, signed them, holding out the pen to him. He tensed and frowned for a moment, then took the pen and signed, as if signing another deal. You packed your things and went to a friend's. These two weeks have been torture. You've already done it five times... No, more. You deeply regretted your impulsive decision. You were walking through the city center, a bag from the coffee shop in your hands, your favorite pastries—at least something brought you joy. A car with a familiar license plate pulled up in front of you. Nicholas got out. He stood in front of you, examining your tired face and red eyes.

— Let's go home.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. You signed the divorce papers yourself. You're nothing to me now! Nobody! Understand?" you blurted out, squeezing the package so tightly that there were marks on the paper.

"Are you sure? I divorced you only because that's what you wanted. But no papers or stamps can take away my rights to my woman."